All language subtitles for The.Rockford.Files.S01E06E07.iNTERNAL.BDRip.x264-LiBRARiANS

I got this giant hatred
for private detectives.
It's a cop disease.

You guys sweep in here
like big
turtle-necked vultures.

You stomp around in my garden,
then you split.

Look, hotshot,
I've been having
a terrible day.

I got two loose teeth
that have been killing me.

I'll subpoena you
for the trial.

You haven't lived till
you've tried to serve me
with a subpoena.

You got a soft spot
I could hit blindfolded.

Your ethics are lousy.

What kind of ethics
must a private detective have?

You can't be that stupid.

Sure, I can.
I've been doing
stupid things all day.

[Telephone ringing]

(Rockford on
answering machine)
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

[Beeps]
I'll get back to you.

(man)
You really want Shim
on the seventh?

Come on, that nag couldn't go
a mile in the back of
a pickup truck. Call me.

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Mr. Jameson, please.
This is Jim Rockford.

Yes, sir. I'm back.

It's hard to say.
I really don't know.

(Rockford)
Something happened
back there...

a little weird,
but I'll fill you in.

No, sir. I'd really like
to go take a shower...

and get changed.
I'll drive up to your place
sometime this evening.

Yes, sir, fine. Thank you.

(woman on PA system)
TransGlobal Skycap
to baggage area.

[People chattering]

[Tires screeching]

[Car engine starting]

[Explodes]

[Door slamming]

(woman)
Motor vehicles,
may I help you?

Registration, please.

One moment, sir,
I'll connect you.

[Phone ringing]

Registration, may I help you?
Miss Brown speaking.

I sure hope so, honey.
My friend Eddie said
maybe you could help.

But if you can't,
I don't know
what I'm going to do.

Unless I see it again,
which I probably won't.
I mean there must be...

eight million gray Chevys
in the city of Los Angeles.

Maybe you could start
at the beginning, sir.

I'm awful sorry,
but I'm real excited.

You see, I've been
saving up for two years...

to buy this one
certain kind of car.

And I was driving down
Melrose Blvd., and I seen it.

It was just beautiful.

It's a '67 gray Chevy coupe.

It's got a custom vinyl top,
mag wheels.
Just the whole thing.

Just the way I wanted it.

Anyway, this guy had
a "for sale" sign
in the back window...

and it had
a telephone number on it.

I tried to catch up with him,
but I missed the light.
I almost got a ticket.

And Eddie, my friend,
he was with me in the car.

He got the license number,
and he told me...

maybe you could
tell me who owned it.

Well, I'm not sure.
We're not supposed to do that.

I see.

You see, Eddie, I told you
she can't do that.

That's against the rules
or something.

Look, maybe I could...

sneak a peek.
What was the license number
on that?

Wait a minute.

It's 2-3-8...

W-X-C.

Like in Charlie.
One moment.

[Whirring]

That's registered
to a Martin Fishback...

237 Wilson Dr., Los Angeles.

237. Honey, thank you.
I really appreciate that.

Maybe I could return
the favor sometime. Thank you.

[Waves breaking]

[Seagulls cawing]

Would I be too nosy
to ask what you guys want?

Shut up and get in.

[Car engine starting]

I suppose you're the guys
who went through my place.

I thought I told you
to shut up.

Tell me what you want.
I'll probably give it to you.

I want you
to shut up, Rockford.

Understand? Shut up.

Right. You want it,
you got it.

(Rockford)
All right, what do I do now?

You can take
those off, Rockford.

I don't know
what's going on...

but believe me,
I don't want any trouble.

You already got trouble.

The only question is whether
you're gonna wake up tomorrow
breathing air or dirt.

Come on. There's no need
to be melodramatic.

We've been watching you,
Rockford, and we don't like
what you're up to.

So far, I'm not
too hot about it, either.

Who are you working for?

Now wait a minute.

We don't have much time.
Who is your client?

That's a little tough.

(Beck)
Who are you working for?

Let me finish my sentence
this time, all right?

I'd like to tell you.
I really would.

But it's professional ethics,
sort of...

not to reveal
who your client is.

Now if it's all right
with you guys, I'd like to
call my client...

from a pay phone
and ask him if it's all right
if I give you his name.

If he says it's okay,
I give it to you.

Just one call, that's all.
But I really should
check first.

How about it?

You lose.

Wait a minute.
Where are you going?

Is it worth it, Mr. Rockford?
Is it really that important
to you?

Think about it.
I'd be interested to know.

Think about what?
I don't even know
what you guys are all about.

What's going on?

I thought you understood.

We're making the arrangements.
It'll be about five minutes.

You see, Mr. Rockford,
you're dead.

(Beck)
Is it worth it, Mr. Rockford?

Is it really
that important to you?

Think about it.
I'd be interested to know.

[People chattering]

[Man and woman laughing]

I am ready for a drink.

I want another drink.

♪♪[music playing]

Boy, it's really something,
isn't it?
Yeah, it sure is.

There he is.

That good-Iooking one
in the blazer.

(Rockford)
So that's Mark?

Come on,
I'll introduce you.

Now don't say too much.

Be reserved and offhand.

You mean, I can't
slap him on the back
and call him buddy?

Hardly.

Kathy!
Loren. How are you?

Loren Tarr, Jim Rockford.
Hi, Jim.

I haven't seen you
around here before.

I haven't been here before.

Jim's an old friend of mine.

No kidding? That's great.
What do you do, Jim?

He's a corporate
insurance profile analyst.

But my brother sells
used cars in Montana.

Yeah.

Say, Kathy, how about
some backgammon?
Sue and Sybil have a table.

We want a chance
to get some of our money back.

Now come on, you took us
pretty good last time.

Go ahead, honey.
I'll just browse around.

Maybe get something to eat,
spill something on my shirt.

Jim's such a kidder.

Go ahead, have fun.
Nice to meet you, Loren.

[People applauding]

Scotch on the rocks, please.

Are you really
a private detective?

You must be mistaken.
I'm a corporate
profile analyst.

What the devil is that?

I rummage around
little companies.

Dredge up tax loopholes,
that sort of thing.

He said
you're a private detective.

Him?
Yeah, him.

I bet you don't even know
what a corporate
profile analyst does.

Sure I do, sort of.

It's true.
You are a detective.

I think that's marvelous.
You do?

Sure. You're the first
private detective
I ever met.

Let's just keep it
between ourselves.

A thing like that gets out
in a place like this...

I start growing bouncers
from both arms.

It's a deal.
I'm Susan Jameson.

Jim Rockford.

[Fires]

[Gun cocking]

If you worked in
one of my companies...

and kept me waiting
the way you did
this afternoon...

I'd warn you once.
If it happened again,
I'd fire you.

That's one of the advantages
of my job, Mr. Jameson.

I don't have to put up
with remarks like that.

Pity we aren't
the same age.

I could take you out
behind the woodshed...

and we could
bash it around for a while.

I don't go in
for that kind of thing.

Did you see Mark?

Yeah.
And?

I think he spends
too much time
under the sun lamp.

I could have told you that
without paying you $200 a day.

He's also had
his nose fixed.

Your daughter
was out there.

What do you expect?
She's engaged to the man.

You're still
pulling to the right.

You're gonna have to anchor
that set screw.

You know, we do seem to grate
on each other a bit, don't we?

I don't think
that would happen...

if I carried a briefcase
and wore a tie.

I think the problem
is that you just
don't have anything...

that I want bad enough
to go to all that trouble.

What else did you find out?

I ran a check on him
through some of
my own sources...

and I didn't come up
with any more than you did.

He's so clean he squeaks.

No police record.
Good credit references.

Honorable discharge
from the Navy.

Two special merit citations
for action off the waters
in North Korea.

He put out a fire
in a gun battery
and saved two guys.

Mark Chalmers
is a real gold-plate special.

Everything about the guy
is phony.

I've played handball with him.

That Ivy League accent of his
is a phony, too.

Get him down
a couple of points and
a New Jersey accent pops out.

Real gutter Jersey.

He's a sharpshooter
of some kind, and
we're gonna end up proving it.

I want to talk to you
about that, too.

I think I'll drop out.
I just don't like
this sort of thing.

What sort of thing?

Helping frustrated old men
break up
their daughters' romances.

It just makes me feel
like I'm taking anything
that comes along.

I'll send you a bill.

You're through
when I say you're through.

Would you mind
putting that thing away?
I'm afraid of guns.

I've booked you
on a flight to Newark.

The plane leaves at 4:00
this afternoon.

Maybe you didn't hear
what I said.

You'll do what I say...

or I'll make a few calls
to the local power structure.

They're friends of mine.
In 10 minutes...

you'll have civil servants
dropping out of trees on you.

That trailer of yours...

doesn't look
like R1 zoning to me.
Maybe get it moved.

Have your income tax return
bounced.

Maybe have the cops...

review that investigator's
license of yours.

I shoot a mean game
of dirty pool.

Think about it.

You really
shouldn't threaten me.

You got a soft spot
I could hit blindfolded.

What are you
talking about?

All I have to do
is call your daughter...

and tell her you're having
Mark investigated.

Your ethics are lousy.

Yeah, I know.

Why don't we just break
and go to neutral corners?

I'll send you a bill.
You pay me my fee...

and we'll stay out of
each other's way. All right?

Now wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

This isn't going
to be easy for me.

I'm not used
to saying please...

but I am going
to say please.

Please, Mr. Rockford.

I know...

I probably do seem
like a frustrated old man
to you. Maybe I am.

But my only child...

is about to marry that phony.
Don't you see
what it's doing to me?

You can't let me down now.
I need your help, Rockford.

And you want me because
we get along so good.
Is that it?

You won't take anything
from me.

You probably won't take
anything from anybody else.

I think you know
what you're doing.

Why do you want me
to go to Newark?

Because Mark...

Here are some photographs
of him, by the way.

He once mentioned
a certain street in Newark.

It's a street that people
who don't live in Newark
always mispronounce.

They call it "Tal-ma-dige,"
the way it's spelled.

Mark pronounced it
correctly...

and when I asked him
if he'd ever lived there,
he got very uptight.

And he said no.
I think he's lying.

What do you say?

Coach?

Rockford?
(Rockford)
Right, Jim Rockford.

Jim, I'm going to give it
to you straight...

because I don't want we should
have no problems
about this later on.

You see, my trouble is...

I got this giant hatred for
private detectives. Now you've
probably heard of it.

It's a cop disease.

You guys sweep in here
like big turtle-necked
vultures.

You stomp around in my garden,
and then you split.

Leaving me stuck with a mess.

So here you go, sport.
Now you want my advice...

you pick up your goodies,
and you hop
a freight out of town.

I'm just trying to
get along, Lieutenant.

I'm checking in like I'm
supposed to. If I turn up
anything, I'll give it to you.

I'd just like a little help,
that's all.

I don't want to get along,
Rockford.

I don't want to help you.
I don't want to hear nothing
about you.

I only have one interest
in you, and that's in
getting you out of this town.

Did you check with L. A?
Yeah.

The cops there said
you were a flake.

Yeah, well, I...

Goodbye, Jim.

You get to the airport
by taking Valley Street

and turning right
at Airport Drive.

Take Valley Street,
and right at Airport Drive.
Yeah, I got it.

Lieutenant, if you ever get
to L. A...

why don't look me up?
We could probably
have some fun.

Maybe roll a few drunks,
or something.

Officer Radcliff.

(Radcliff)
Yes, Lt. Pierson.

There's a private detective
by the name
of Jim Rockford in town.

I don't want anyone
identifying the photo...

he has of a man
named Mark Chalmers.

Yes, sir. I'll see to it.

And another thing, make sure
no one gives him
access to any file.

Yes, sir.

I don't want any slip-ups.
You understand?

I got you, sir.

♪♪[music playing]

I asked around, pal.
Nobody seems to know him.

Keep it. My phone number's
on the back.

You said you was
at the Holly Motel?
Yeah.

There's some guys in back
who might know him.
They know everybody else.

But I can't get in there
for a while.

What? Do you got
a card game going back there?

What are the stakes?

You couldn't cut it.
Costs $50 to buy a hand.

How do you get a seat?

No way, they got to know you.

Well, who's the guy? If he's
from around here,
maybe we know him.

I don't want to bother you
guys. You're nice enough to
let me sit in your game.

No problem. Couple of guys got
hung up. We had room.

I think Larry's
still gonna make it.
Yeah. So who's the guy?

We know a lot of people.
Ask around, maybe we can
help you find him.

I got a picture of him
with me. I don't know if
he looks like that now.

He probably had a nose job.
You know Hollywood,
everybody gets a nose job.

[All laughing]

You know something?
Larry could help us in this.

He could run it in that
computer, or something.

Larry?
Yeah, you're in his chair.

When he gets here,
we'll show it to him.

(Pierson)
I've already seen it,
Rockford.

This guy's gonna make a movie.
Wants to use the bar
for a location.

I think I'll just cash in
my chips and hit the road.

Leave them.

You're kidding.
There's over $200 here.

You're gonna make a movie?

How would you like to make
a documentary?

About our county jail.

On what charge?

Film-flamming friends of
Detective Lt. Larry Pierson.

That's good for
90 days county time, Rockford.

Sentence suspended if you're
on the next flight back
to Tinseltown.

You guys are
really something.

You want me in this game
to keep guys like this away.

I'm an hour late,
you give this hustler
my chair.

What was that you said,
Larry?

It was Valley Street
to Airport Drive
and then turn right?

This is a hot seat, Larry.

All right, I'm leaving.
Just let me get my stuff.

You can tell Lt. Pierson
to relax.
He's going to get an ulcer.

Don't know what you're
talking about, friend.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You travel kind of light.

You guys aren't cops?
No.

Who are you?

We're with
the chamber of commerce.

That's funny.
I really like jokes.

I'm trying to get out of town
before the cops have me...

swinging a brush hook
on the county roads.

So if you'll let me get
my stuff together,
I'll be on my way.

We want a little talk
with you first.

About what?

You've been spreading these
around town.
We want to know why.

If you have any information
about him...

that relates to his background
here in New Jersey...

there's a $5,000 reward.

Sounds like you already know
where he is.

If you gentlemen have
any information, I'll buy.

We want to know why we're
giving it. We're cautious
about this kind of thing.

Hi, how's it going?

How about it? Tell us why you
wanna know, we'll tell you
what we know. Straight trade.

You tell me what you know...

I'll give you the $5,000.
That's a trade.

Who are you working for?
Myself.

I don't think so.

You couldn't come up
with the $5,000.

You buy your underwear
at a discount house.

Why don't you come
to the point?

You don't want the money.
You just want to know
who I'm working for, right?

As long as you put it
that way, yeah.

I'm not telling.
You can't be that stupid.

Sure, I can. I've been doing
stupid things all day.

Why don't you two guys head
on back to
the chamber of commerce?

Okay.

It really doesn't matter.
I'll tell you what you do,
Rockford.

You go back home
and tell your client...

what he's doing is very
dangerous and very stupid.

If he wants to be smart,
he'll stop investigating
Mark Chalmers. You got that?

Sounds like a threat.
It's not a threat.

It's what you call
sound advice, Mr. Rockford.

Good night.

[Ignition sputtering]

M-N-U 8-0.

No.

0-8-9.

M-W-N.

0-8...

(announcer)
Arriving passengers
from Newark...

please report to TransGlobal's
passenger service counter.

Mr. Jameson, please.
This is Jim Rockford.

Yes, sir. I'm back.

It's hard to say.
I really don't know.

Something happened
back there...

a little weird.
But I'll fill you in.

[Door opens]

Put him in the car.

What do you mean? I'm busting
with good information.
You should listen to it.

Put him in the car.

Come on, pal. Have a heart.

I'm sorry about that, pal,
just a reflex action.

Move him out.

[Engine starting]

[Tires screeching]

Go!

[Tires screeching]

[Siren wailing]

Federal officers!
Everybody out of the car
with your hands up.

Come on,
he's got to be kidding.

Get out of the car
with your hands up.

Put it away.
We have attorneys.

I'm Jim Rockford.

I know who you are.
These men took you
from your trailer...

at approximately 3:15
this afternoon,
apparently against your will.

If you prefer charges
and will agree to testify
against them...

I'll charge them
with kidnapping.

That's ridiculous.
Tell him, Jim.

You book them. I'll testify.

I'll inform you
of your rights.
You are under arrest.

If you do not have
an attorney,
one will be provided for you.

I have one.

He makes more in one month
than a creep like you
makes in a lifetime.

I should advice you, sir,
anything you say may be
used against you.

[Machine whirring]

Want some more coffee?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Now, if you'll just
sign the complaint,
we'll be on our way.

Pal, do you want to
do me a favor?
Sure, name it.

Would you tell me
what's going on?

Simple. You sign
the complaint. The federal
prosecutor will prosecute.

And these guys will become
permanent members
of the federal penitentiary.

That's not what I mean,
and you know it.

You look a little tired.
Why don't you
just sign this...

and go on back
to your trailer, and get
yourself a little shuteye.

Don't you want to know
who I'm working for?

Seems to be
everybody's favorite question.

That's a local matter,
and I'm not interested.

I'm only interested in putting
Torrance Beck in jail.

Now, if you'd just sign this.

Not until I know
what's going on.

Nothing's going on.

Then how come everywhere I go
I keep getting pounded on?

I'm sure you're gonna find
that's all over with now...

if you'd just
sign the complaint.

I've changed my mind.

If I'm not under arrest,
I'd like to get out of here.

You don't want to
mess with me, Rockford.

You get difficult
and I'm going to jerk you
up tight.

I'm a taxpayer.
Big deal.

Who is Mark Chalmers?

Mark Chalmers? I don't know
who you're talking about.

Like hell you don't.

Rockford, I work for the
Federal Justice Department.

I am attached to the
Organized Crime Strike Force.

Torrance Beck is a member
of organized crime.

I was staked out on him...

and I followed Harry
to your trailer,
and I saw him pick you up.

I then followed the car
back to Beck's house...

and called for assistance.
Lucky break.
We got them all on kidnapping.

That's great. You mean,
you were standing outside
my trailer...

while those two hoods
turned my place
into a room full of junk?

That was the only way. I had
to wait to see where it went,
and then hope for the best.

I want to get out of here.
Tell them to move.

When you sign the complaint,
Rockford.

Look, hotshot,
I've been having
a terrible day.

I got two loose teeth
that have been killing me.

I got this sinking feeling
in the pit of my stomach...

that I'm the only guy in
the game that doesn't know
what trump is.

I have been followed
by criminals and threatened
by cops...

and now I come up on you.

You got all the answers and
you stand there like
some big, leafy elm.

Fine. You want to play it
that way, that's okay with me.

But I'm not signing that
complaint till I get clued in.

I have told you all that
I could tell you.

Then let me outta here,
or I'm going to slap
a lawsuit on you.

I'll subpoena you
for the trial.

You haven't lived till
you've tried to serve me
with a subpoena.

That's one of
my career specialties:
Ducking process servers.

Okay, Mr. Rockford,
you can go. But if you'd like
a little advice...

from a representative
of your federal government...

go out and buy yourself
an extra toothbrush...

and then pack it
in your wallet.

You try to arrest me
on some trumped-up charge...

and I'm going to testify
against my federal government.

And Torrance Beck is going
to get away scot-free and
charge you with false arrest.

It's been swell.

[Banging on door]

Come in.

Hi.

What are you doing?
Just what it looks like.

I was getting ready to rap you
on the head with an ashtray.

I like the way
you rearranged the furniture.

Looks nice.

That's just what I need
right now, Rocky.

A bunch of smart remarks
about what this place
looks like.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

What did happen, anyway?

I got slapped around in here.

I'm still waiting
for somebody to tell me why.

You mean, you don't know why?
That don't make sense.

I know. I'm thinking of
quitting this case I'm on.

Now that does make sense.

If you want my opinion...

you should quit
the whole lousy racket.

I'm thinking about that, too.

As long as you're quitting...

it don't make no difference
that you stood up
a fellow named...

Warren Jameson.

Warner Jameson?

Yeah, that's the one.
He called me.

Got my number out of
the phone book, I guess.

Did you know that
there's only three Rockfords
in the phone book?

There's you, there's me.

There's that guy from Detroit
that got beat up...

'cause they thought
he was you.

That little guy
with the broken glasses?

What did Jameson say?

He said that he was on his way
up to his country home.

And he was up there then...

and he was waiting for you,
but you didn't show,
and where was you?

Good, let him cool his heels
for a while.

I didn't like him much
on the phone, either.

He did leave me a number...

but as long as you're not
interested anymore,
I guess you won't need it.

Jim, when will you
ever learn?

All these fellows want is
for you to take
the thumping for them.

Look at this place,
look at it!

Looks like the backroom
of Montgomery Ward's.

You ain't listening to me.

Sure I am, Rocky.

I want to speak to
Warren Jameson, please.

It's Jim Rockford.

I thought you'd be at the
country house four hours ago.

I got hung up.

I waited for you
as long as I could.

I've got to go back East
for a day on business.

I'm in town now, and I'll be
here an hour before
I leave for the airport.

I'll expect you.

I'll meet you at Trattoria's
Steakhouse.
It's right near the airport.

You'll meet me here.
I still don't want
to be seen with you.

I got news for you.
I don't really care
what you want anymore.

I only care what I want.

I'll be at
Trattoria's Steakhouse.
I'll be there in 20 minutes.

That's telling him, boy.

Rock, would you do me a favor?
Would you straighten up
this place for me?

Sure, I'll be glad to.

You mean, it's not going
to cost me anything?

Look, I'm still your father.

Don't worry,
I'll do it all up nice.
You'll see.

You're all right, Rocky.

Are you coming with us,
Rockford?

Yeah.

Every time I look in
my rearview mirror, there's
a new gray Chevy following me.

You can take me off the case,
but who'll take
those other guys off me?

I got picked up again.
Kidnapped.

Now that's the second time
in two days.

Don't you come down here
to bleed on me.

I was trying to protect you.

Mr. Jameson, please.
This is Jim Rockford.

Yes, sir. I'm back.

It's hard to say.

I really don't know.

Something happened
back there...

a little weird,
but I'll fill you in.

No, sir. I'd really like
to go take a shower
and get changed...

and I'll drive up
to your place sometime
this evening.

Yes, sir, fine. Thank you.

I don't know what's going on,
but, believe me,
I don't want any trouble.

You already got trouble.

The only question is
whether you're going...

to wake up tomorrow
breathing air or dirt.

Come on, there's no need
to be melodramatic.

We've been watching you,
Rockford...

and we don't like
what you're up to.

So far, I'm not too hot
about it either.

Who are you working for?

Now, wait a minute...

We don't have much time.
Who is your client?

That's a little tough...

Who are you working for?

Let me finish my sentence
this time, all right?

I'd like to tell you,
believe me, I really would...

but it's professional ethics,
sort of, not to reveal
who your client is.

[People chattering]

Are you really
a private detective?

You must be mistaken.
I'm a corporate profile
analyst.

What the devil is that?

Well, I rummage around
little companies...

dredge up tax loopholes,
that sort of thing.

He says
you're a private detective.

Him?

Yeah, him.

I'll bet
you don't even know...

what a corporate profile
analyst does.

Sure I do. Sort of.

It's true.
You are a detective.

I think that's marvelous.

You do?
Sure.

You're the first
private detective I ever met.

Let's just keep it
between ourselves.

A thing like that
gets out in place like this...

I start growing bouncers
from both arms.

It's a deal.
I'm Susan Jameson.

Jim Rockford.

[Rifle cocking]

If you worked
in one of my companies...

and kept me waiting,
the way you did
this afternoon...

I'd warn you once,
and if it had happened again,
I'd fire you.

That's one of the advantages
of my job, Mr. Jameson...

I don't have to put up
with remarks like that.

Yeah. It's a pity
we aren't the same age.

I could take you out
behind the woodshed...

and we could bash it around
for a while.

I don't go in
for that kind of thing.

Did you see Mark?

Yeah.
And?

I think he spends
too much time
under the sun lamp.

I could've told you that
without paying you $200 a day.

He's also had
his nose fixed.

Your daughter was out there.

What do you expect?
She's engaged to the man.

You see, my trouble is,
I got this giant hatred
for private detectives.

Now, you've probably
heard of it.
It's a cop disease.

You guys sweep in here
like big turtlenecked
vultures...

you stomp around in my garden
and then you split...

leaving me stuck
with a mess.

So here you go, sport.

You want my advice?
You pick up your goodies...

and hop a freight
out of town.

But I'm just trying
to get along, Lieutenant.

I'm checking in like
I'm supposed to...

if I turn up anything,
I'll give it to you.

I'd just like a little help,
that's all.

I don't want to get along.

I don't want to help you,
I don't want to hear nothing
about you.

I only have one interest
in you...

and that's in getting you out
of this town.

♪♪[music playing]

I asked around, pal,
nobody seems to know him.

Yeah, well, keep it.
My phone number
is on the back.

You said you was
at the Holly Motel?
Yeah.

I'll tell you what you do,
Rockford.

You go back home
and you tell your client...

what he's doing
is very dangerous
and very stupid.

If he wants to be smart,
he'll stop investigating
Mark Chalmers.

You got that?

Sounded like a threat.

It's not a threat.

It's what you call
sound advice, Mr. Rockford.

Good night.

What did Jameson say?

He said that he was
on his way up
to his country home...

and he was up there then...

and he was waiting for you,
but you didn't show
and where was you?

Good.

Let him cool his heels
for a while.

I didn't like him much
on the phone either.

He did leave me a number...

but as long as you're not
interested anymore...

I guess you won't need it.

Oh, Jim.

When will you ever learn?

All these fellas want
is for you...

to take their thumping
for them.

Look at this place.
Look at it.

Looks like the back room
at Montgomery Ward's.

You ain't listening to me.

Sure I am, Rocky.

I want to speak
to Warner Jameson, please.

[Telephone ringing]

(Rockford on
answering machine)
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.
I'll get back to you.

[Beeps]

(man)
You really want Shim
on the seventh?

Come on, that nag couldn't go
a mile in the back of
a pickup truck. Call me.

[Siren wailing]

[Police radio chattering]

(policeman)
All right,
clear the entrance.

All right, there.
Everybody get moving.
You there. Please.

Just step back
from the entrance. Thank you.

Everybody, would you separate
from the entrance?

That means everybody.
You fella, hey, move over.
Move over there.

(woman)
They say a man's been shot.

(man)
Must be some gangster
got hit in the nightclub.

(policeman)
Hey, you, come on,
move it, will you?

(policeman)
No. 10, Northside.

We have our DB.
Male, Caucasian.

No positive ID as yet,
but believe he is owner
of the club.

Appears to be a gang killing.

I thought you'd be
at the country house
four hours ago.

I got hung up.

I waited for you
as long as I could.

I've got to go back East
for a day on business.

I'm in town now and I'll be
here an hour before I leave
for the airport.

I'll expect you.

I'll meet you
at Trattorias Steakhouse.

That's right near the airport.

You'll meet me here.

I still don't want
to be seen with you.

I got news for you.

I don't really care
what you want anymore,
I only care what I want.

I'll be at
Trattorias Steakhouse.
I'll be there in 20 minutes.

That's telling him, boy.

Couldn't you get a table
in the kitchen?

I told you I don't want
to be seen with you.

Then let's
get to the point.

I want you to fill me in
on what you got
in New Jersey...

and then I want to terminate
our arrangement.

You're canning me?
Right.

What if I don't want
to be canned?

In that case, my attorneys
will get in touch with you...

and explain the legal facts
of life to you.

I'm afraid
they're going to
have to stand in line.

I believe I paid you
for some information.

Please recite it to me
as quickly as possible
and leave.

There's nothing I'd rather do
than to get off this case.

You'd be surprised
how it's been snowballing.

Every time I look
in my rear-view mirror...

there's a new gray Chevy
following me.

You can take me
off the case...

but who's going to take
those other guys off me?

What am I supposed to do?
Take an ad in the classified?

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

I just don't think
you've been leveling with me,
that's all.

Now, I know Chalmers
is at the center of it...

and the Federal Government
is interested,
but they're not talking.

And then there's
Torrance Beck,
this underworld character...

he was on the track
for a while,
but he broke down.

There's you, and the two guys
who visited me
in my hotel in Newark.

They were wearing sweat socks
and rubber-soled shoes.

So I figured
they were probably
Newark heat.

But now I think
they might have been Feds.

What is it you want from me?

I just want to know
what the hell's going on,
that's all.

I told you,
I haven't the faintest idea.

I think you're
just a little too edgy...

about Susan finding out
about all this.

Maybe I should
just talk to her.

I told you the truth.

And I'm not used
to taking cheap shots
from people like you.

Cheap shots? That kills me.

My only interest in having
Mark Chalmers investigated...

was exactly as I told you.

I happen to love my daughter.

And the thought of having her
marry a man like that...

turns my stomach.

I think he's a phony.

I don't know what
he was involved in before.
You're probably right.

Whatever it was,
it was something very messy.

Ahem. Now...

Mark came to my office
this afternoon.

He's evidently found out
I was investigating him.

And he's worried plenty.

He told me if I call off
the investigation...

he'd never see
my daughter again.

He also promised
not to tell Susan
that I'd had him investigated.

We shook hands on it.

Why do you want to find out
what I'd learned in Newark?

Insurance.
If it's slimy enough...

it's good insurance
to make sure
he keeps his word.

You see, Rockford,
that's all I was ever after.

All this other stuff,
I don't know about,
nor do I care.

You're through.

I've got everything I wanted.

And it doesn't bother you
that I'm left with...

a "Kick Me" sign?

I'm just supposed to be
a good sport about it?
Is that it?

You're paid to take
those risks.

Consider yourself terminated.

Send me a bill.

I've got a plane to catch.

[Tires screeching]

[Siren wailing]

Come in. It's open.

(Rocky)
Don't you hit me
with no ashtray and I will.

Morning, Sonny.
Hi, Rocky.

I want to thank you
for straightening
this place up.

After last night,
I don't think...

I could have faced it
the way it was.

Don't give it a thought.
It was a pleasure. No charge.

How does it feel being out of
the gumshoe racket?

Pretty good, I guess.

What's that?

Those are
job opportunities.

I spent the whole morning
scanning that page.

You'd be surprised
how many there are...

that don't mean
a fellow's got to get
his skull crushed in.

Look, I even circled it,
real good ones for you there.

You did quit, didn't you?

Rocky, sometimes
you make me feel...

like a piece of meat
in a desert.

I ain't hovering.
Honest, I'm not, Son.
It's just...

You can't sit around idle
all the time.

You got to get yourself
a nice office job like,
you know...

At least till you stop
bleeding internally.

I can't.

Why not?

I'm allergic
to fluorescent lighting.

Fluorescent lighting.
That's very funny.

You'd rather stick
around here...

pressed against the wall
with an ashtray...

over your head?

I had a piece of steak
in here. What happened to it?

I had it last night.

I was hungry.

I also had eggs in here.
Three eggs.
What happened to them?

I had steak and eggs.

While we're at it,
how about that bottle
of Scotch?

You never said
I couldn't snack.

No charge? I could have hired
professional house cleaners
for a lot less.

Do you know how much
T-bone steak costs?

You bet I do.
I ain't no dummy.

You sure ain't.

[Knocking on door]

Here.

Hi.

Hi. It's Susan, isn't it?

Susan Jameson.
We met at Mark's club.

Yeah, I remember. Come on in.

Susan Jameson,
this is my father,
Joseph Rockford.

How do you do?

Pretty good, thank you.

It's nice.

You should have
seen it last night.

Looked like the bottom
of a grocery sack.

What can I do for you,
Ms. Jameson?

You're the only
private detective
that I know...

so I looked you up
in the phone book.

Jimmy is retiring from
the private eye business.

He's going into
something more stable.

He had a very bad year,
you know, financially
and physically.

Rocky, buzz off.

Have you had breakfast?

No.

If you let me change,
we'll go get something
to eat, huh?

There's a real nice place
over by the beach.

Just make yourself
at home.

What do you want?

The tacos are good.

No, I can't get into tacos
for breakfast.

I'll have a taco and coffee.

Just coffee, please.
Okay.

And lots of hot sauce, Louis.

All right.

What's your problem?

Well, it's a long story.
It's...

I don't know where to begin.

You're not going
to start crying, are you?

I can't take that
before breakfast.

I was engaged
to Mark Chalmers.

You probably met him.
He owns Mark's.

I never met him.
I know who he is.

He was my fiancé.

Last night, he called me
and asked me to have dinner.

But he was...
I don't know,
but he was strange.

He told me that
he couldn't marry me,
that he'd changed his mind.

He said he couldn't
see me again.

What do you want me to do?

It's not like
he was dumping me.

I've had that happen before,
and it wasn't like that.

You know, I mean,
he had tears.

Hustle it up,
will you, Louis?

I'm sorry, really.
I'm not the weepy type.
It's...

I'm still a little
knocked down by this.

Maybe you should have had
one of the tacos
with the hot sauce...

then if you started crying,
you could blame it
on the menu.

Yeah.

You're being very nice.

I know this is a terrible way
to start your morning.

Actually, it's a lot better
than yesterday.

Here's your sauce.
All right.

Put it on my tab,
will you?

Right.

Let's move over there.

Now, where were we?

He just said that
he couldn't marry me.

No explanation. Nothing.

I mean, he was just as upset
as I was.

Anyway, he just took me home
and he left.

What do you want?
You want me to find him
or what?

I want you to find out
why he broke the engagement.

I mean, there must be
some reason,
and it wasn't another woman.

Do you have any family
in Los Angeles?

Just my father.

What's his name?

Warner Jameson.

You talked to him
about it?

We don't get along.

He didn't like Mark.

As a matter of fact,
he hated him.

But then, he hated
every man I ever dated.

I guess
it's a father's prerogative
to hate what you like.

Or what you do for a living.

Can you find out for me?

What's the matter?
Can't you take the case?

Listen, Susan...

It's Sue.

I've got a little problem
of professional ethics...

that I got to clear up first.

What are you talking about?

It gets kind of involved.

What kind of ethics
does a private detective
have to have?

My own kind.

It has to do with shaving
and looking into mirrors...

and a lot of other trite stuff
you've probably heard before.

Let me see
if I can work it out,
and I'll give you a call.

How much do you charge?

$200 a day, plus expenses.

It's a lot.

Think so?

I was thinking
about increasing it.

No, I'll pay it.

Let me give you a call.

I just have to clear the decks
with an old client first.

I'll finish this taco
and I'll walk you to your car.

Come on in, Rockford.

Squeeze him, Mort.

Are you coming with us,
Rockford?

You all right, Dad?

Yeah.

What's going on?

You got the wrong guy.

I'm not even in
the private detective business
anymore.

Ask anybody. Ask my father.
Shut up.

What's it going to take
to convince you guys
I'm clean.

Listen, pal,
you got big trouble.

You're about to go see
one of the most important men
in the outfit.

You try this cheap
song and dance on him,
you know what happens.

No.

He tells me and Mort
to take you out somewhere...

and bury you up to your ears
in cement.

Well, look...

it's not definite
I was out of the business...

but I'm sure thinking
about it.

Look, I don't want
any trouble, believe me.

Rockford, shut up.

It's a long drive.
Don't cluck it up.

Right.

Who's in there?

Shut up.

Be sure and tell him
I'm not on a case
at the moment...

and I'm thinking
about leaving town.

Shut up.

Who's doing your material?
It's really monotonous.

Who's doing yours?

I am.

It shows.

[Car door slamming]

All right, Rockford.
Get out.

All right, Rockford.
We're not going
to need you today.

I want you to start walking.
That way.

I catch you looking back,
I'm going to put a hole
through you.

Now, get going.

Maybe someday,
when all this is over,
you and I can have a beer...

and you can tell me
what all this is about.

Bye.

The Federal Building,
downtown.

$10.45.

Here. Keep the change.

A $10 tip.
What do I got to do for it?

There's a trailer parked
by the beach.

2354, Pacific Coast Highway.

I want you to go inside
and there you'll find...

a very crotchety old man
tied up.

Untie him.
You're kidding.

He's my father.

There's a punch line,
right?

Whatever you got on the meter,
you get from him.

You keep the $10 tip.

Add another $5
and you got a deal.

You and my father
are going get along real good.

This is Lt. Barry.

Mr. David Shore
is in conference
with the Chief.

Would you please inform
Mr. Shore...

that Jim Rockford
is waiting in his office?

(policeman)
The Chief left for his office
a few minutes ago.

Thank you.

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Rockford.

It's not going to work,
Shore.

I'm going to be long gone
before he ever gets here.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Now, what can I do for you?

I got picked up again.
Kidnapped.

That's the second time
in two days.

Now, don't you come down here
to bleed on me.
I was trying to protect you.

I had you under surveillance
and you take off...

like a scalded duck
and the LA cops end up
busting two of my men.

Those two guys were Feds?

What do you think?

When did you
switch to Chryslers?

When the mob switched to
gray Chevys.

I just came down here
to find out what's going on...

if it isn't too much
of an imposition.

You going to testify
at Beck's trial?

Are you going
to level with me?

Sign the complaint
and I'll fill you in.

Fill me in and I'll sign
the complaint. Maybe.

All right. It's going to be
in the papers this afternoon,
anyway.

Mark Chalmers is dead.

He was shot last night
in his club, after it closed.

He's dead?
Yeah.

His name isn't Mark Chalmers.
It's Fred Willow.

He used to own
a big numbers operation
in Newark...

and we sewed him up
on a good felony
10 years ago...

when he traded 20 years
in the pokey for some
key testimony...

that landed five heads
of the largest
crime organizations in jail.

We agreed to give him
a new identity...

and we promised
to the best of our ability...

to protect him from the mob.

Obviously, we failed.

And you think
he was hit by the mob?

It had to be.

We told him
not to open the club.
I mean, that was stupid.

He should have gone
into something
with a low profile...

something like beachcombing.

What if it wasn't the mob
that killed him?

You know, Rockford,
you are beginning to annoy me.

If you want to play G-man,
go to Washington
and take the course.

That's funny.
That's the last thing
I'd want to do.

Hold up a second.

It's just not going to work.
There's not enough time.

It takes 15 minutes for him
to get over here
from the county courthouse...

and I've only been here
for 10.

Come on, Rockford,
you know you can testify.

Against some guy
in organized crime?

Come on.
They kill people.

We'll protect you.

What did you say
Chalmers' real name was?

Fred Willow.
He was a nice fellow.

Are you the U.S. Marshal
with the subpoena
for Rockford?

Yeah. He's still up there,
isn't he?

You bet. Shore's got him
locked in a room.
You better hurry.

Thanks a lot.

Hello, Rocky.

I see he got to you,
all right.

He got to me, all right.

Plus a $10 meter fee.
Plus a tip.

You tipped him?

The guy came
all the way over here...

on his own hook
and cut me free...

and I don't tip him?

I tipped him.

What am I supposed to do?
Write you a thank-you note?

What are you doing?

[Birds chirping]

Hello.

(Rockford)
Mr. Jameson,
it's Jim Rockford.

Yes, what is it?

I thought
you should know...

Mark Chalmers is dead.

I heard about it on the radio.

Some kind of a gang thing,
I think they said.

It wasn't a gang killing.

You seem sure.

I am.

I was picked up
by the gang after it happened.

They were still interested
to find out...

whether I knew where he was...

so they couldn't
have done it.

That doesn't make any sense.

Sure, it does, if you stop
and think about it.

Well, who did kill
Mark Chalmers?

I think it was
your daughter that killed him.

Perhaps we'd better
get together and discuss this.

Yeah, I thought so.

I'll be over at your place,
say 20 minutes.

No, not here.

I'll meet you
at the country house
in an hour.

All right, fine.

All right.

[Gun cocking]

[Gun cocking]

[Engine starting]

[Neighing]

[Snorting]

[Whinnying]

My daughter didn't kill him.

Yeah, I know. I lied to you.

I talked to Susan
before I came up here.

They were...

going to run away together.

I simply couldn't
let that happen.

I got him a great attorney.
He flew in from Texas.

But I don't know
what good it's going to do.

You know, I've tried
to hate him for what he did
to Mark...

but I can't. He's my father.

You seem to be holding up.

I always hold up.

It's one of my best qualities.

It's just the first two weeks
that were the worst.

Where would you like to go?

Somewhere
where they don't sell tacos.

I know just the place.

You know, I just
don't even want
to talk about it anymore.

I can't believe the way
people have been.

I feel like
I'm watching my life
on a soap opera.

I mean,
I know they mean well...

but I'm just tired
of the handwringing.

Maybe that's why
I like being with you so much.

You don't act as if I'm about
to come unraveled
at any moment.

That's because
you're not going to.

Now, who are they?

What?

Don't they know
I haven't been on a case
in two weeks?

I've had just about
all of this I can stand.

All right,
what do you want?

Marshal's Office.

You've been subpoenaed
to appear in court...

on December 23,
Federal Court Building...

to testify
in the kidnapping trial
of Torrance Beck.

Agent Shore says
to say hello.

Come on, you guys.
Give me a break, will you?